A Lovely Dragoness (straight, lingerie and sexy outfits)

It was a female, he could tell it because he could recognize the softer, more delicate features of her face and body. It seemed to be something that came from the new knowledge that he had in this world where dragons have lived alongside humans ever since the beginnings of civilization. He knew how to tell a male from a female.

That dragon was female, and she was gorgeous. The scales of her body were of a soft shade of lavender, with some white speckles here and there, including around her hips, right above the waistline of the white form-fitting shorts that she wore. She had four slender horns crowning her head, and she had eyes of a bright blue that looked like sapphires staring back at Alan with a fondness he had rarely seen in someone else’s eyes.

The collar around her neck had a tag that had the dragoness name: Layla.

Alan knew her. He knew exactly who she was. She was Layla Swifttail, and Alan has knew her since he was a child, as they had grew up together.

His new memories of that timeline told him that Layla was the daughter of their family dragon, and that she had, like all others, grew up with their mother and the family who owned her. As a result, she and Alan had been around each other for their entire lives. By the time that both she and Alan were legally adults, and the time had come for her to be assigned to a human master, she immeidatelly went to Alan and asked him if he could be her master. The human didn’t even needed to think, as he accepted then and there. The rest pretty much went according to protocol, a small solemnity and some signing of documents, and Alan was officially and legally Layla’s master.

He could remember how happy Layla had looked ever since that day, maybe as happy as Alan himself felt.

“Anything on your mind, Master?” Layla asked, her voice so sweet and soft that it sounded like music to Alan’s ears. “You were silent for a while.”

Alan looked at her. She was beautiful. And she was his’.

Smiling, the human reached out and gently touched her face. He was surprised at how soft her scales felt. “Just thinking on how lucky I am for owning you, my dear.”

“Oh, Master...” She said, a blush forming on her scales.

“Excuse me, may I take your requests?” Came a dragon waitress, wearing shorts, an apron, and a collar around her neck. The nametag said “Amalia”. Soon, both human and dragon were making their orders, and the dragoness soon brought their requests. As they both ate, Alan could not take his eyes off his beautiful dragoness.